[Thank you for always being there for me.] The accompanying picture was Queena's back. The hair tie she used to tie her ponytail was bought by me personally.

The location was the largest murder mystery game club in the city.

If it were in the past, when I saw that, I would definitely be furious and rush over to confront and argue with the two of them, while Fitch would show weakness to highlight his compromise, and Queena would become even more impatient with me.

But now, when I saw that, I felt surprisingly calm.

I smiled sincerely and turned off my phone.

In the evening, she came back and briefly explained, "I'm sorry. The tickets for that murder mystery game are too hard to get today. We can watch the movie later. You don't mind, right?"

I replied, "I don't mind. You also said that the tickets are indeed hard to get. It's understandable."

She walked to the door of my room and saw that my things were still there. She frowned and asked, "Didn't I tell you to vacate your room yesterday? My brother is coming tomorrow. How will he sleep in your room?"

I spread my hands, sat down and said, "Book a hotel for him. I don't have much time recently."

Her expression turned from gloomy to bright, "Alright, then remember to book him a five-star hotel. He's very picky."

I turned around and said, "He is your brother."

Her smile froze, "What do you mean?"

I repeated patiently, "He is your brother. You book him in whatever hotel you want."

She was so angry that she trembled all over, then slammed the door and left again.

Queena didn't come back until after eight o'clock, reeking of alcohol.

She threw the gift bag in her hand over and said arrogantly, "Take it. You've wanted it for a long time.

"It cost me more than two hundred dollars. By the way, I want that new Chanel bag. You haven't bought me a bag in two months.

"Also, I want to eat noodles tomorrow morning. You remember to cook it for me."

We had been together for six years, and I had carefully prepared three meals for her every day. She became a fussy eater because of me and didn't like the takeout at all.

I used to buy her a bag every month. After all those years, her closet should be full of bags.

But that wasn't the case. The bag I bought for her the day before would be returned by her the next day. As for where the refunded money went, I didn't know and never asked.